I was at first stunned by the story itself (a widower donates some Dali pieces to the Salvation Army, which is taking bids for the art on a clipboard next to the register), then more stunned by just how progressive thrift-store shopping parents are:

This week one shopper, Craig Leibold, paused briefly to look at the lithographs, collectively titled “Le Jungle Humaine,” which include a turquoise giraffe with its mane on fire and a woman with shriveled breasts devouring a bird.

“They’re okay,” he said, shrugging. “But I’m just here because my son likes to put on my wife’s clothes.” (“My son is 4,” he explained. “I’m getting him some dresses.”)

Well, whatever. I’m going to go bid on those possibly-real Dalis with Monopoly money while riding a unicycle with a dalmation tucked under my arm and a bloody lamb’s heart pinned to my cheek.